Remain In My Seat For Another Challenge To Be Made

Dagul stands.

He lifts his massive halberd, the weapon glinting menacingly in the sunlight as he turns toward me. His broad chest and thick arms make me feel small, and I can’t help but notice that my head barely comes up to his shoulders. The crowd goes quiet, eyes shifting between us.

“You.” His voice rumbles, deep and booming. “You fight me.”

I’ve seen Orcs in battle before—brutal, relentless, with a tendency to go for the kill. Their strikes are wild and often leave them exposed. They don't seem to care. It's all about overwhelming the opponent.

This could work to my advantage.

Still, I’ve never fought this one. He’s tall, built like a war machine. But I’m faster. I’ve trained my whole life for moments like this.